Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thicker Than Blood ❯ A Princess ( Chapter 7 )

"How far away do you think it is?" The woman speaking was beautiful beyond compare, with amber eyes that seemed to glow from some inner light and hair that fell in lustrous curls of silver twined with golden strands across her narrow shoulders and back, framing her heart-shaped face in a shimmering border of loveliness. Her name was Larajin, and she was a princess. More than that, she was very aware of her social standing and had no qualms about reminding those who, however momentarily, forgot.

She paced the mirror-shiny floor of the ship with nervous energy, the stars in clusters of winking diamonds-on-velvet raced past the circular windows which surrounded the long ready chamber. She looked down at her feet for a glance and saw her reflection in the floor. Her hair tended to cover up her long, elegantly tapered ears, but she did not mind. The hem of her dark blue skirt barely reached her muscular mid-thighs and her matching midriff top was adored with silvery pearls along the color which just so happened to match perfectly the armband she'd made herself of strands of her own silvery-gold hair entwined with precious pearls.

She turned to face the man who stood in the doorway, ready to leap into action at her slightest whim. He smiled apologetically and replied; "I'm sorry, My Lady…We shall not arrive in Earth's atmospere for another ten days…"

Damn! Larajin swore in her mind. Outwardly she nodded to the man, she could not place his name, a servert more or less and therefor not worthy of more than her momentary attention. She just had to reach that planet! Her future depended on it!

"If you don't mind me saying so, My Lady," She turned in place and noticed that the man had not left as she'd thought, she curled her lip in annoyance, unaware of how unattractive this made her, "We are in range to communicate if anyone can reciece a signal…"

That's it! Larajin smiled to herself and the man thought the gentle curl of her lips was meant for him and beamed like a fool as she brushed past him, ignorant of how her breasts grazed his chest as she did so. He flushed hotly from the roots of his brown hair to the tips of his pointed ears.

Larajin sat down and pulled the strange-looking helmet over her head. It was connected to an abudance of wires and blinded her in both hearing and sight to anything outside of her in the room she was in as long she had it over her head. She had ushered everyone out of the communications room and double checked everything as well as all the passcode locks on the doors, so as to be alone and lessen the chance of something unfortunate happening while she was vulnerable.

She knew how the helmet worked, she'd been included in it's creation, though she had never actually tried it out herself. She tended to leave mundane work like communications to those best suited for the job and busy herself with things a Princess of Jalamir should be doing…such as training for the throne. She unconcisously balled her fists in her lap and thought how unfair life was at times.

She often wondered exactly why she had to go rescue her little sister time and again. But, she knew that this time it was no rescue attempt she was going for, Larajin needed to find her little sister and bring her back to Jalamir in order that her future be secure. A small twinge of sisterly regret squeezed her heart for a moment, which she brushed away mentally, fearing such feeling would only lead to weakness and weakness was something she could ill aford to have.

She wished that Jalamira could just stay lost on that little world and she could go on to claim the throne after her mother passed it to her and stepped down, to die peacefully of old age in the comfort of the castle interior as had been done ages upon ages.

Jalamira had always been their mother's favorite. Oh, Queen Helekina tried not to show any difference in the way she loved her daughters, but any fool could see she doted on the girl who had been named after the planet she would someday rule. Jalamira had gone missing after she'd snuck aboard a small ferry and by the time they realized she'd not just gone off wandering around the grounds to chase butterflies or something, it was too late and the men had returned, also unaware of their extra luggage.

Larajin took a deep breath, she knew that the last time she'd seen her sister, Jalamira wasn't past initial growth yet. She knew that by the time she reached Earth her little sister would be nearly her height and much stronger than a mere two hundred and three seasons old.

Jalamirians stayed as small children in size until they reached their two hundreth season, after which, within a week or two, they grew at an amazingly great rate until the females filled out in hip and chest and the males gained more muscle and the broadness of adulthood along with the required height. Their voices changed accordingly as well with the growth, almost overnight going from high-pitched childish to the lower tones of a grown Jalamirian.

Larajin realized that she did not wish to see her sister until she was at her full size, it would make what she had to do less difficult, in a way. She closed her eyes and focused her mind and the rythum of her breathing as she had been instructed as a young child, almost allowing herself to fall into the pleasantness of the altered state as the faint buzzing in her mind became louder and louder and the tunnel of darkness opened before her mind's eye, it's vaccum threatening to suck her in completely.

She caught herself mentally before she could tumble down that spiral, lights flashing behind her lids and the buzzing noise increasing. She focused and then sent out her call, right on the edge of the vaccumous corridor which tugged at the corners of her mind like a drug to the helplessly addicted.

** Jalamira! ** Larajin tried, hoping for a response, just one tiny flicker would be all she would need, just one! ** Jalamira! **

"Why did you stop, Mira?" Piccolo stood at no great distance from the two girls, who were practicing the series of blocks and punches he had shown them a few weeks after that christmas nonsence Alaura was so keen on. Neko fell forward and caught herself in time as Mira spun away from her and stepped to the side, her eyes upward and her attention elsewhere. Piccolo growled, it was difficult to teach children who did not pay attention.

Neko strode over to her friend and touched her on the shoulder. Mira was now taller than Neko and she wondered about that. It seemed odd that the girl who, only weeks before, had been smaller than her, should suddenly shoot up to nearly her mother's height! "Mira? What is it? You look…strange…"

Piccolo waited, also wondering what was going on in the girl's head. Could it be that she hadn't just been daydreaming? Perhaps something was going on with her, something to do with her species? Or something more sinister? Almost by instint his ebony eyes lifted to the crystal whiteness of the winter sky as Mira's had done moments before.

Mira closed her eyes and opened them again. "It was a message." She said to them, her voice low, almost a whisper, "M-my sister…she's coming for me."

"Your sister?" Piccolo asked, "I thought you said you could not recall…"

"I can't." She said, still in shock by the unexepted telepathy, "But she claims to be my older sister and says that it is imperative that I return with her to Jalamir once she arrives…"

"But how can you be sure she is really who she says she is, Mira?" Neko asked, flicking her tail around in growing anger. She did not wish to lose her friend, not so soon!

Mira regarded both her and Piccolo with a confused stare, finally she said; "Because in sending there can only be truth. Is that not how it is here as well?" She knew deep inside that those words were true, she felt she had known that about mindtouching since she had been in the womb.

Piccolo shook his head, as much shocked by the news as his daughter. He had grown fond of the girl and wanted Neko to be happy. He had begun to think of her almost as another daughter, albeit it was odd to have such feelings, especially for him, in so short a time. "No," He said, his cape billowing in the cold breeze which suddenly seemed to come from no where, "One can lie and be treachous just as easily by mouth as they can by thought, here."

"Oh." Mira said sadly, "I can't understand that…"

"I hope you never do, Mira." He said to her, "Tell us now, what else did this sister of your say?"

"She said she would be arriving in ten days time," She said, her large eyes falling from Neko's small scared and angry round face to Piccolo's larger more angular concerned green one, "She also mentioned that she is Princess Larajin of Jalamir."